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"Don't be nervous, Kitty." Marinette said as Chat Noir pulled at his bell again. "It's just my papa. You've known him for a year."
Her boyfriend of two years ran a hand through his golden hair. "I know, but it's not just your papa: it's him and all his... friends? Underlings? Workers? I don't know. What does your father call demons?"
"Friends, babe. He calls them friends." Marinette shook her head and laughed. "And it's only for a drink."
"A drink with the devil and his demons-friends. Yeah." Chat gulped and fiddled with the bell around his neck some more. "I'm calm: totally calm."
"Hey." Marinette hopped off the couch to move his hands away from the bell. "You'll have a bunch of fun. The guys are great and it's gonna be a fun time." He didn't look too convinced. "Here: if you’re that nervous, you can wear my lucky charm for a little bit of luck."
Chat looked at the beaded bracelet that now sat on his wrist just beneath his glove. Weirdly enough, he felt a wave of comfort that made him feel a little braver since she did wear it constantly so it did remind him of her. "For how long?"
"Tonight and every other night you need some luck on your side."
He smiled at his caring and wonderful woman. “Thanks, Purrincess.”
“Anything for my hero.” Framing his face with her hands, she pulled him into a kiss until she felt his shoulders sag and his arms wrap around her waist. Pulling away, she smoothed her hands over his chest. “Feeling better?”
“Better.”
“Relaxed?”
“Relaxed.”
She smiled. “You’re gonna have a good time!”
Chat nodded. “I’m gonna have a good time.”
Hours later, Marinette was up waiting for her beau to return. She wasn’t exactly worried- her papa would take good care of him if he didn't want to feel her wrath- but she was curious as to how the night went. Her papa and his friends were a rowdy bunch when they drunk and she could only imagine the conversations they’d had with her boyfriend.
She didn’t have to wait long.
Around the stroke of midnight, Marinette felt the sensation of magic wash over her as a portal opened in the corner of their living room. Closing her book, she turned and fought a smile as her dad emerged from the floor. It was always good to see him in his true form. However, the urge to smile vanished just as quickly as she saw that he was carrying her love, who appeared to be completely hammered, bridal style.
She glared at them. “Papa!”
At her voice, Chat stirred and looked at her… or tried to as his head just flopped down over Tom’s arm. He smiled lazily. “Milady!” He hiccupped.
Her frown deepened and she tried again, ignoring the kissy faces Chat was making at her. “Papa. I told you to bond with him and make him feel comfortable! Not to get him drunk off his ass!”
Tom shrugged but immediately changed his expression to a more sincere and regretful one as he saw her eyes begin to glow a dark, angry red. “I know and I’m sorry, sweetheart! But I forgot he was human and that our alcohol hits mortals a lot harder.”
Marinette rubbed her forehead and sighed. “I guess that makes sense. Take him to our room please.”
Collapsing his wings so they disappeared into his back, Tom navigated their apartment with ease despite never being there before. (He preferred her coming to visit him instead.) In moments, Chat was lying in their bed, mumbling incoherently and lifting an empty hand as if he were doing a toast.
Marinette sighed again. “Was it at least a good time?”
“Of course. All the guys love him and his shitty puns. They can’t wait for the next meet up.” Tom smiled and stroked his daughter’s head while looking at the drunk cat. “Hate to admit it, but you’ve got a good one here, cupcake.”
Marinette felt a smile stretch across her face. He’d never liked any of her other boyfriends so this was high praise. “Thanks, Papa. I know.”
Looking at the window, Tom nodded at something imperceivable to the normal human eye before his wings emerged from his back, nearly filling the entire room. “I must go now. I love you. Tell Chat we gotta go drinking again soon.”
“Okay Papa. Love you too!”
Tom smiled at them one more time before dissolving into the darkness that filled the room. Marinette didn’t have to wonder when he was gone because the rush of magic washed over her again like a loving caress before receding completely.
Thinking over her father's words, Marinette felt herself soften and drop down on the bed next to Chat, who was still mumbling drunkenly. Stroking his hair, she smiled. “You okay, Kitty?”
Nuzzling her wrist, he grinned. “I’m grrrrreat! Your dad is grrreat. Why was I even worried?” He purred.
Giggling, she shook her head. “Still pretty drunk, huh?”
He scoffed. “I’ma not- I’m not shrunk! Only tipsy!”
She chuckled. “You’re definitely drunk. Let me get you some water.” She moved to get up but his arms wrapped around her and pulled her back down so that he could snuggle into her side. "Chat-"
“Don’t go, Milady. Stayyyyy right here with me.” He kissed the exposed skin above her pajama shorts. “Fur-ever.”
She rolled her eyes. “We can’t stay in bed forever, Chaton. One of us has to work.”
Shaking his head again, he looked up at her with wide green eyes surrounded by thick golden eyelashes and a black mask. “Not in bed. Just with me. Fur-ever.”
Marinette felt her heart squeeze. He was drunk and this could all be nonsense, but… “With you forever? What do you mean?”
Smiling against her skin, he beamed at her. “Marry me.”
Tears stung her eyes. Despite being together and madly in love for two years and living together for one, they had never discussed marriage. So hearing him say he wanted it made her heart soar, even if he was just drunk.
She shook her head. “You’re drunk.”
He hummed. “I ammmm. But I also want to marry you.”
“Chat-”
“I’ve been looking at rings.” He continued in a surprisingly steady and clear voice, only a couple of hiccups indicted his drunkenness. “I can’t wait for it. Coming home to you everyday, calling you my wife, being your husband, joining your family- even though Tom still scares me- and filling our home with little angelic- or demonic- kittens.”
Marinette was having a hard time keeping it together. She wanted to cry so bad from the amount of emotions racing through her body. “You really want all of that with me? Even knowing who I am? Knowing what I am?”
“I want it all because of who you are, Purrrrincess.”
A tear made its way down her cheek. “Why?”
“Because I love you. Your-Your papa being the Devil and your mom being an angel doesn’t change that. Nothing will ever change that. You're my forever.”
Her heart beat incredibly fast and the rest of the tears finally made their way down her cheeks and she just had to kiss him. He tasted like her least favorite brand of whiskey, Hell’s Fire -the name made her roll her eyes every time- but she didn’t care. Beyond it, he tasted like home, like acceptance, like love...
He tasted like her future.
“Oh!” Chat’s head dropped on the pillow and she felt his flail around a bit in the dark.
“What is it?”
“Speaking of your papa.” Were they? “You can have this back!”
She pulled far enough away to see him slide her bracelet off his arm before he proudly handed it back to her. Her brows furrow. “Huh?”
“You gave it to me for whenever I needed luck on my side and I don’t need it anymore.”
“What? Why?”
Leaning up, he rubbed their noses together before gazing into her eyes. “Because you’re my lucky charm, Marinette.”